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THE   WINDOW

house roof. Yes, but as she strolled along with"
her husband, she felt that that particular source of
worry had been placed. She had it on the tip of
her tongue to say, as they strolled, " It'll cost fifty
pounds", but instead, for her heart failed her
about money, she talked about Jasper shooting
birds, and he said, at once, soothing her instantly,
that it was natural in a boy, and he trusted he
would find better ways of amusing himself before
long. Her husband was so sensible, so just. And
so she said, " Yes; all children go through stages,"
and began considering the dahlias in the big bed,
and wondering what about next year's flowers, and
had he heard the children's nickname for Charles
Tansley, she asked. The atheist, they called him,
the little atheist. " He's not a polished specimen,'*
said Mr. Ramsay. " Far from it," said Mrs.
Ramsay,

She supposed it was all right leaving him to
his own devices, Mrs. Ramsay said, wondering
whether it was any use sending down bulbs; did
they plant them? " Oh, he has his dissertation to
write," said Mr. Ramsay. She knew all about
t&at, said Mrs. Ramsay. He talked of nothing
else. It was about the influence of somebody upon
something. " Well, it's all he has to count on,"
said Mr. Ramsay. " Pray Heaven he won't fall
in love with Prue," said Mrs. Ramsay, He'd

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